Balgrim prepared his pack for a long journey at his family home in Karak Norn. He did this in silence for his family were out working tirelessly in the mines. Balgrim preferred to set out without a drawn out goodbye and figured he'd save himself the scorn and grumbles his family would likely foster for his choice to pursue goals of adventuring. He wanted to see his family's status restored in his own lifetime and didn't enjoy the thought of them toiling for another 3 generations to repay their debt.

	With his pack sufficiently stuffed with mead, bread, and goat steaks he set out for the city of Nuln. Balgrim had always enjoyed his longer scouting trips as a ranger and was delighted at the thought of making such a long journey to begin his career as an adventurer. During the first week of his expedition he took comfort in the joy he got from traveling and ignored the doubts he had in himself based on the fact that he had undertaken this goal without much of a plan. He knew he could make more coin adventuring than toiling in the mines or serving as a ranger but had no concrete plans on where to start other than to head to a large manling city and start looking for opportunities.

	His journey up through Heisenberg and Meissen had been quite pleasant. Stopping in Wrumgrube he met a farmer at the local tavern who traded some fine Mootland tobacco for some of his dwarven mead. Setting out again Balgrim made a brief stop in Wissenburg when a recruitment poster caught his eye. The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords had been looking for new members. Balgrim's eyes widened as he was overcome with excitement, along with a small feeling of disappointment. He had found his opportunity for adventure, though he had been looking forward to spending time wandering Nuln. He pushed onward at a brisker pace, reinvigorated with a purposeful starting point to his quest. He kept his sightseeing to a minimal, and plotted a direct route to Übersreik. Balgrim cut through the woods and camped under the stars as he did as a ranger.

	After a couple weeks he had finally made it to Übersreik. The town seemed rather unremarkable to him on first impressions. During his tour he came across the Übersreik marketplace. It was easily the busiest part of the town and he saw many merchant stalls and trade carts tangling together in what reminded him of a thick bubbling stew. The manlings were so loud, all shouting at passers by seemingly desperately trying to sell their wares to anyone within earshot. It was nothing like the guild marketplaces of a Karak, and Balgrim began to understand why the Longbeards back home would grumble about manling workmanship and trade practices.

	His eyes finally fell on the The Limping Nag, and his throwing axes chimed and clanged as he quickly waddled his way to the door. Hastily throwing the door open Balgrim took a deep breath and surveyed the tavern. Scanning the room he skipped over any ordinary looking person and spotted adventuring types that let him know he was in the right place. He spotted a couple men talking at a table, another sitting at the bar along with a fellow Dawi. They had the look Balgrim sought and he continued his scan until his eyes halted at the sight of armored figure standing just to the right of the doorway propped up against a wall. Balgrim knew straight away it was an elf as it was standard for dwarf rangers to be familiar with all types should they need to report any invading troops or warbands of elves that ventured into their lands.

	Balgrim wasted no time and approached the elf, eager to ply his favorite hobby.

	[color=orange]"What's this you ave'?"[/color] he boomed as his footsteps made the old floor creak.

	Balgrim brazenly flicked the elf's armor a few times and it sung a chime back to him.

	[color=orange]"I didn't know Übersreik was famous for 'canned elf', they'll ave' to add that to the roadsigns."[/color]

	He exhaled a deep laugh and pulled the widest grin he could muster looking up at the elf.